January 8th, 2009
|03:42 pm - The new phone books are here! The new phone books are here!|
Thankfully the nice phone book deliverer made it easier for us to deal with them.
Who the hell still uses a phone book other than old ladies with rotary phones?
|Date:||January 8th, 2009 09:22 pm (UTC)|| |
The white pages/yellow pages on the internet suck.
Old men with rotary phones ...?
And how helpful of him to open it up directly to the page with your name on it!
|Date:||January 8th, 2009 09:16 pm (UTC)|| |
It's not the money, it's the STUFF!
|Date:||January 9th, 2009 12:29 am (UTC)|| |
I wish you could opt-out of getting them. They never even make it into the house. They drop off some dead trees, and they go right back out with the recycling. F'ing waste.
FANTASTIC! I wish our phone book deliverers would be so considerate!
|Date:||January 9th, 2009 03:48 am (UTC)|| |
A friend of mine works for a Verizon store and, apparently, they got four phone books the other day. Not knowing what to do with them (or, at least, three of them), he was thinking of tossing them in the shredder. Sure enough, a random customer coincidentally came in that day to "buy a phone book." A little confused, my friend tried to explain that Verizon doesn't sell phone books, it just sells phones, he tried to give the customer one of the spare phone books that had just come in. Learning that it was meant for the store, the customer backed out of the give away deal insisting that that particular book was, well, "needed by the store" and was not meant for him (whatever that means). Instead, the customer excused himself to attempt to buy a phone book at Barnes & Noble across the street.
i have two phone books in my apartment. i found one on the stoop shortly after moving in, and brought it upstairs to put it in a built-in drawer in the living room, only to find that we apparently already had a phone book there. so i put it in the next drawer down.
i've used them both, actually. twice.
i needed to hang something from the ceiling and we don't have a ladder, so i put both books on a chair and stood on them.
I like when the neighborhood male cat comes around and sprays the piles of waiting phone books. My mom wanted to recycle the unwanted ones, so she picked some up and recoiled in horror.